Locked Doors

A tall brick wall, too high to climb safely
Was constructed by some errant mason
Between my thoughts and my memories
One Autumn slumber
When hard-pressed by the getting and spending
I lost touch with my recent past
And could not lay claim to my self again.

Thus, life became fragile,
A tattered tapestry
Hung in a darkened ante-chamber,
So close, yet the doorway
Slowly bricked up like that of Poe's victim,
Bereft of the promises
And that last sweet taste of Amontillado.

Crackles in the dark

Is it a problem when I go out into the darkness of 11:30 in my pajamas to let the dog do his business? So far, no complaints. Tonight, I expected it to be quite chilly when I left the house. For the past few evenings the wind has been whipping around the corners of the house, shaking the storm windows, moaning like a banshee.

But tonight, I took Tex out expecting to see the coming of the precipitation. Instead, the night was silent like a snowfall. I came back in and told Cindy that if it were about thirty degrees cooler I could see it snowing. Of course, it is not thirty degrees cooler. We would have to travel up to Blairsville for that tonight. And it may not happen anyway.

I have been pleased because my laptop has been receiving my wifi for two days in a row. I think I finally figured out the problem. This allows me to write my blog, so you can blame it on my technical abilities. I'll let Kate attest to that.

It was a dark, still night in the neighborhood tonight. No dogs barking from down the street. No shade tree mechanics revving their engines. Instead, the clouds blanketed the atmosphere above the pines and everything was silence.

So quiet that I could hear the dog pee.

Cold Saturday

Winter arrived about two months late today. It is going down into the twenties this evening, or early morning. Tonight we joined a portion of the Galloways for supper at a Mexican restaurant in Griffin. Afterward, we drove over to Kroger and I bought more meat for the pot of soup I prepared this afternoon. The soup was heavy on broth, vegetables and barley, but light on beef. Since we call it "Beef Barley Soup", it would need a preponderence of beef to meet the name's requirements.

Today, I went into work and ran some errands before going home and settling in to an afternoon of soup-making and watching "Desperado" on the television before the evening came to the feasting time.

Tonight, I hope to go to bed soon and wake up in enough time to make stone cut oatmeal and eat it with my orange juice and my Irish Breakfast tea.

I am watching "The Vicar of Dibley" with Cindy. The characters are fighting over what is appropriate in church and who is in charge. This episode is hitting fairly close to heart. We are so propriatory of our churches. It is the oldest fuss in the church. Overall, it is ultimately a blessing that Jesus is actually in charge.I suppose we must remember that.